Wednesday, 4 April 2018

the struggle is real

You know those two long-haired, freaky marmie brothers of mine, right?

Well let me tell you, my friends, dealin' with 'em is a real struggle, for sure.

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So the other day...

So the other day, Rushy got into the sunroom.

Need I say more?

Yeah, pottin' soil... EVERYWHERE.

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I don't know what that brother of mine was thinkin'. I mean, what did that poor plant pot ever do to him?

Well I can tell you it's not likely to do anythin' now.

I'm pretty sure it's dead.

The plant pot, I mean.

Did I mention how there was pottin' soil, everywhere?

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Personally, I think he thought it was a litter box.

CLEARLY, the cat is delusional.

I mean, half the time he's complainin' the actual litter boxes aren't big enough for him.

And he really thought he could do his business in a wee little ol' plant pot?

But try tellin' him that.

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Well, the peep walked into the sunroom, took one look around, and found pottin' soil just about everywhere pottin' soil wasn't supposed to be, and...

And no pottin' soil in the plant pot, which is where it WAS supposed to be, and...

And she freaked.

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So there I was, havin' to deal with a long-haired, freaky marmie brother on the one paw...

And a freakin' peep, on the other.

And I said to myself:

RUN.

So I skedaddled right out of there, for sure.

I mean, what else did you expect me to do?

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So now...

So now, the sunroom door has been shut.

And it's stayin' that way, the peep says, until she decides otherwise.

Yup, the sunroom has been locked up tighter than Fort Knox, for sure.

But I'm not too concerned 'bout the heightened security.

I mean...

I mean, stuff like this never lasts. The peep will have long forgotten 'bout keepin' that ol' door shut, in no time at all.

In fact, she'll probably have forgotten 'bout it by sometime tomorrow.

The peep kinda has the attention span of a fungus gnat, you see.

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What? What's that? What's that you're babblin' on about now, Peepers?

Oh.

Well...

Well for all you know, maybe fungus gnats have GOOD attention spans. MAYBE... Maybe when I compare your ability to pay attention and stuff to that of fungus gnats, I'm actually payin' you a compliment.

I tells you, Seville, what you need is one of those microchip readin’ cat flaps into that sun room of yours, that ways you can stop Rushton from flinging the soil. Sort of like ticket only venue. MolToodle pipsErin

That's just like my first peep! I'm tellin' ya, Peep #1 thinks she can make up all these rules and stuff, but half the time, she can't remember 'em herself. Works well for us cats so really, I'm not complainin'. MOUSES!

If you don't want that sun room door shut again and Rushy starts flinging the soil again, tell your Peep to get some holly leaves. Not the modern non prickly kind, but the good old fashioned stuff that attacks you as soon as looks at you.That's what I used to do when we took on my MIl's cats and they pee'd and pooped where they shouldn't. They soon learned to use litter boxes.

Wow, you have a sun room?! I'm envious. I bet it allows for lots of sun puddlin', right Severs? Well, I don't think you should've been locked out of that room when you didn't do anything. But maybe a squirrel will distract your Mom and she'll forget why she even locked the sunroom and open it right up. Tee hee hee!

Yeah, but it's not a very good one, the peep says. She says it's too small. She wishes it was a proper greenhouse. I wish that, too. Can you imagine how glorious GREENHOUSE sunpuddles would be? MOUSES!